I'm umming and ahhing. When I started my website I had a £50 voucher for advertising on Google and, whilst I was hardly inundated with requests, it is noticeable that I have not had an order since the voucher credit ran out. My problem is that I'm not very big on self promotion and in an ideal world would like to build a word of mouth situation helped along by Twitter and Facebook accounts to promote the site. As it's just me trying for a bit of pocket money to supplement our income I was averse to paying for more advertising when the site is not generating that much income in the first place - basing on how well the voucher performed £20 of ads may generate £30 -£40 income per month. Hopefully as the website became more established more orders would be placed but that leads to another fear: demand outstripping my ability to write them. This is more of a pipe dream - the thought that I would have to turn work away or even sub contract is incredibly unlikely. Seeing that the hits on my site have fallen right off and I got bored of trawling the pages on search engines means that I either bite the bullet and accept that I need to advertise or let the whole thing drift away for the remaining time left on the website. Much as I find the concept of advertising quite distasteful, for the sake of £10 or £20 I think I'll take some out and see what happens.
Bethany now has almost a mouthful of teeth which have added a sibilant tone when she speaks. Her favourite word is still "Shoes" and she will now say "Yes" rather than the previous "Yeah". She is also continuing to climb everywhere, preferring the top of the coffee table to the floor where she will dance to any form of music - including my attempts at percussion on one of her toy boxes. She is also still enjoying a varied diet but is easily bored by the food on her plate (especially if it something she has had a few times previously) and would prefer to eat what is on our plate - even if it is the same food.
I was impressed, however, by her ability to buy me some beer for my 2nd Father's Day if not a little concerned (or at least would be if I had not given Alison a lift to the shops the day before whilst Bethany and I waited in the car) but at least she scribbled in my card.
Bethany now has almost a mouthful of teeth which have added a sibilant tone when she speaks. Her favourite word is still "Shoes" and she will now say "Yes" rather than the previous "Yeah". She is also continuing to climb everywhere, preferring the top of the coffee table to the floor where she will dance to any form of music - including my attempts at percussion on one of her toy boxes. She is also still enjoying a varied diet but is easily bored by the food on her plate (especially if it something she has had a few times previously) and would prefer to eat what is on our plate - even if it is the same food.
I was impressed, however, by her ability to buy me some beer for my 2nd Father's Day if not a little concerned (or at least would be if I had not given Alison a lift to the shops the day before whilst Bethany and I waited in the car) but at least she scribbled in my card.
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